I’m sick. What am I sick of? Sick of living a life that brings me very little joy. I honestly don’t know why I put in any effort toward anything anymore because it is useless. I think I need to get it through my thick fucking head that I’m fucking miserable and theres nothing and nobody who can fucking change that. I would say excuse the language but I’m done. I’m sick of all the bullshit I call a “life”.
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I think alot of us have ‘hope’ that life will get better, but it never does. Hope becomes a delusion.
I really hate that life doesn’t have a pause button. It just keeps going on and on no matter what. So yeah, I don’t really know what to say.
not just u. I think almost everyone in this forum feels the same.
maybe some of them already suicide.
but yeah some of us still have responsibilty or things that keep us for suicide.
just don’t think.. enjoy the moment until u can’t handle it.
see i’m just a colleague who has no job basically just sleep, eating, and go to college. my parents keep asking me to find a job. but I don’t have any motivation to do that and it’s basically useless..
cause my own ambition is just travel,survive and isolate myself until I die but here I am,stuck in college.
I don’t want money. I just want shelter,food ,clothes and living alone.
I think I’m being followed just so they can torture me and have me try for no reason just so they can torture me again. I really need to shoot myself but I’m probably going to OD.
That is what we all feel here, the genuine stragglers i mean. I have a sister but even with that, life is such a pain that I find myself going back and forth about whether committing is something I can do. Ever since I realized it was an option, I became sick of life, not even afraid I just don’t care.
What a terrible attitude, but hey, it makes the days a hella less miserable.